All's been said before
death has visited everyone
to a cold and twisted degree
grass seems more yellow than green
all metaphor's been allegorically purged
by so called greats of distorted time
life seems out of tune by comparison
poetry is a vast art
a land of mirrors
vivid ghosts
where shadows talk
become the host
but it's all been exorcised before
words wither with fractured thoughts
pallid sun more hollow than alive
Poetry©Words Among Trees
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